How long is too long for a playdate?
Has there ever been a time where you felt as though you may have overstayed your welcome?
I think Braden and I may have done so. Twice this week. Not that my friends made me feel as though we did. But, I wonder... How long is too long?
The good news is, we weren't the only ones. Not that that makes it okay, I guess. But we were all having such a good time. The kids were playing nicely together, the moms and dad (yes, there was a dad) were chatting, the coffee was flowing... no one seemed to want it to end.
Perhaps I was craving adult interactions. Perhaps the same was true for the other mommies and dad that stayed. Maybe I was avoiding having to go home and clean my house, or run the errands I so desperately needed to do. I like to think I did it for Braden, but if I'm honest with myself, there was the selfish part of me that wanted to stay for me.
So are playdates really for the kids, or the parents?